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Thursday Stories 17.5.18 the thing 3 (final)

The thing

She cringed as Monalisa placed the baby on her bed and switched on the light.

Of course it was absolutely normal! A week old infant bundled in a pink Johnson and Johnson’s baby blanket with Mickey Mouse printed all over it.

She stared at him for a long time then reached out with apprehension to feel his pink skin, it was warm and soft. He gurgled sweetly baring its puckered mouth to display his gums.

Monalisa laughed fondly. “He did not acknowledge me when I touched him. They can feel their mother’s touch even when they are fast asleep.”

She smiled wanly.

Days started to roll, the memory of that night was fading away, Monalisa never left her bedside after that night; that is, whenever she woke up she always found her on the small bed placed near the crib.

“I will be back on 10th of next month.” His warm voice spilled down the chord of the telephone.

Her husband was away from the country for last eight months, they both were heartbroken that he could not be there when Resham was born, but his promotion was announced right on the day doctor announced Resham’s upcoming entrance in their lives.

That will be the day when Resham will become a month old. She smiled softly as she watched him playing, wriggling his tiny limbs, exploring his own pink toes and making cute sounds.

She was sleeping deeply when she felt something was choking her. She gasped for breath and opened her eyes.

The room was dark, the night lamp was either out or electricity was out. The light of full moon was swimming in the room, making visibility quite possible.

That thing was sitting on her chest, something dark was oozing out of its mouth, then she felt a sharp pain in her neck, her hand automatically reached out to the spot and she felt something warm, wet. Her palm was smeared with her own blood. She pushed the thing from her chest rudely it slithered away in a lightning speed to a dark corner of the room.

She screamed and fainted.

Sharmishtha Basu
=the end=


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